Oh Holy fuck! What the hell do you you do when out of the blue a man makes you feel all the things you have been wishing from your husband for years? This is a slippery, slippery slope. One I don't plan on sliding down, but I feel guilty for even thinking about it. And by a lot I mean all the fucking time. Every freaking minute.
If I just write about the fact that I am probably crazy and that he probably hasn't given me a moments thought since our ridiculous flirting - maybe it will all just go away and I can go back to being normal.
I am NOT this person. What the hell is going on?
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- Constance the Sixty Sixth
- Come on over! We can dish about all the stuff that is too bitchy or too juicy for the public blog. There should be plenty to dish about since the hubs and I are in therapy and I live on a street that makes Wisteria Lane look like a convent! I used to have a different pink apartment, but had to call the movers when I inadvertantly commented while signed in to the wrong account. (My old apt# is a factor of this one!)